‘She’ll Be Apples’ – Art From Somebody’s Daughter

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Somebody’s Daughter Theatre Company (SDTC) began running art workshops with women at Fairlea Women’s Prison over forty years ago. Weekly workshops continue with the women at Dame Phyllis Frost Centre and Tarrengower Women’s Prison to this day.
The artwork that emerges communicates a multitude of themes, voicing the women’s humanity, vulnerability and dreams. The satisfaction and sense of achievement the women experience can be life changing and in some cases, life saving.
The year’s workshops culminate annually in an exhibition of artworks alongside a theatre production woven from the women’s life stories delivered with humour, drama and song. The following images are from the 2024 production and exhibition titled “She’ll Be Apples.” More art to come in future editions!


Somebody’s Daughter Theatre Company (SDTC) began running art workshops with women at Fairlea Women’s Prison over forty years ago. Weekly workshops continue with the women at Dame Phyllis Frost Centre and Tarrengower Women’s Prison to this day.
The artwork that emerges communicates a multitude of themes, voicing the women’s humanity, vulnerability and dreams. The satisfaction and sense of achievement the women experience can be life changing and in some cases, life saving.
The year’s workshops culminate annually in an exhibition of artworks alongside a theatre production woven from the women’s life stories delivered with humour, drama and song. The following images are from the 2024 production and exhibition titled “She’ll Be Apples.” More art to come in future editions!


There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.